A random conversation I had with the friend who came over for a bit today went through the two guys who ran into a dear in the headlights moment while in bed with me. Which is still incredibly aggravating.
He said he didn’t understand how I was running into so much trouble here because I’m pretty, have a good job, and am okay with an NSA scenario. And I was all IDK, this place is broken. And if I didn’t care who I slept with, I could go to the grocery store and point at someone, then say “you’re coming home with me, get in the car,” or something like that. Lol. Since I gaf, it’s harder. And then the friend mentioned how I wasn’t looking for anything serious and made some comment assuming I wouldn’t want a partner. I explained that I do want a partner someday, but lowered my bar in that context because I still have a ridiculous sex drive and want to get laid. I don’t have this all or nothing mentality with people so I can figure it out with someone as we go along. Someday I would like to get married… if that ever happens. I want to grow old with someone. Then I mentioned, I haven’t brought it up and think I gave up after the last time I fell in love. But I’ve always remained open to possibility. If things lined up and we met, I wouldn’t run from it.